CHAPTER17
"What?" I asked in barely a whisper, as I knelt beside Harry.
"Amy, we can't see each other any more," he said and he proceeded to tell me his whole dream. By the time he had finished both our bodies shook with sobs, "I undoubtedly believe that Malfoy is the spy and he probably has already told Voledmort we are together. Don't you see, if you stay with me you'll die."
I waited until the sobs has subsided some and though I was still sobbing my voice was quite firm, "Harry, you're not thinking this through, if Malfoy was going to tell Voldemort about us he would have already done so, but he can't. we have a secret-keeper, Dumbledore and as long as Dumbledore is safe, we are.
"Besides, I won't let you break up with me, Harry I just can't. I love you so much and I'd rather die together than live a life without you. I couldn't do it, Harry I'd end up killing myself anyway."
I waited until she had stopped talking and as she took a breath I took this point to interrupt her mini-speech, "You're right I guess, but I still don't want anything to happen to you. I won't let anything happen to you. I promise that as long as I'm around no one will hurt you," 'If only I believe that,' I thought to myself before continuing, "I love you Amy Nicole Bradshaw."
"I love you too Harry James Potter and I always will," she replied. I took her hand from it's place on my jaw and kissed it before standing up. "It's amazing isn't it, how things can change so fast," I said as I pulled her to her feet.
"Yes, I suppose it it," she said as I draped my arm around her shoulders and she snuggled into my arm as we walked up to the headmasters office.
I heard the door to the Hospital Wing close and I felt Harry's presence leave me. Dumbledore had told us to come to the Hospital Wing and Madam Pomfrey would find out when I was due. Madam Pomfrey had immediatly told Harry to leave and he had reluctantly followed her orders, telling me he'd be outside.
"Okay Amy, I'll be back with your results in a moment and I'll let Mr. Potter in now," she said and she let Harry in before going into her office.
He came in and slid his hand in mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze. I squeezed back giving him a small smile. 'You know we'll have to tell Ron and 'Mione about the dream, if you could call it that, eventually right?" I asked in thought in case Madam Pomfrey could hear us talking.
'Yes, but not today, I don't want to relive it again, twice is enough for one day,' he replied.
I nodded, saying nothing, because I had also seen the dream when he had described it to me and I had no wish to see it again anytime soon at all.
I was about to think something else, but Madam Pomfrey came in and Harry and I looked at her expancantly.
She was beaming, "Your child is due on July 31st."
Harry and I smiled and looked at each other. I hugged him but had to refrain from kissing him because of Madam Pomfrey.
"Can we go now?" Harry asked.
She nodded, "You know the time of your next appointment right Miss Bradshaw?"
I nodded, "Yes, I'll see you then."
Once we got into the hallway Harry pushed me against the wall and kissed me. I pushed him off after a few first years passed by, "Can't you at least wait until we're in private?" I said, pulling to the seventh floor, where we could find the Room of Requirement.
"Fine, I guess I can wait a few moments before snogging you senseless," Harry grinned, following me.
Once we got in the room though he pushed me on the bed and started snogging me. We could have snogged for minutes or hours, time was of no revelance. I finally pulled away brethless when I became aware that it was getting darker by the minute in the room. I looked at my watch and realized I was hungry and Harry probably was too.
"Let's go to dinner Harry," I said, getting up.
"Do we have to?" he asked.
"Yes, now don't make me leave you here," I said as I started walking to the door. He grudgingly got up and followed, taking my hand. I smiled, but was careful not to show that to Harry.
We got to the Great Hall and confidently took seats next to Neville and Ginny, who seemed to be going out.
Once we had eaten and neither Hermione or Ron showed up we figured they must be in the common room and went there before turning in for the night.
When we got to the portrait we realized that we didn't know the password and decided to just give up and find them tomorrow, but when we turned we found them.
I greeted Ron and Hermione, thankful that they knew the password, but then again, not thankful that we had found them... well, they had found us.
Hermione leaned close and asked Amy a question so softly that I couldn't hear. Amy seemed to reply and both Hermione and Amy were beaming when Hermione muttered something else before straightening herself again. I looked to Ron, who also looked confused, then from Amy to Hermione and back to Amy again. Neither of them gave me or Ron any explanation though.
Amy did tighten her hold on my hand though. I squeezed her hand in response as Hermione said the password. The portrait swung forward and we followed Hermione and Ron into the common room.
I looked around and found the common room to be almost empty, except for Ginny and Neville, who were sitting next to each other in a couple of chairs and a few other people who I was almost sure were first years. We immediately walked over and took our favorite chairs by the fireplace.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Hermione asked, startling me.
"Nothing's wrong," I answered immediately, but maybe it was too fast because she still looked at me skeptically. "Well, I had a dream earlier, well, it was really a recollection of a dream I suppose, because I remembered dreaming it, but not until I recollected that I had dreamed it."
I looked away, but I could feel both Ron's and her eyes on me before she prompted me, "Well, what was it?"
I shuddered just thinking about retelling it again, but Amy spoke for me, "He'll have to tell you tomorrow, it wasn't in the least bit good and he already had to tell me."
I sighed and looked over at her and gave her a thankful look. She just squeezed my hand in reply as Hermione reluctantly agreed.
"Well, I guess I'll be getting to bed," Ron said, stifiling a yawn and he kissed Hermione's cheek, "Night love, night Harry, Amy," he said as he got up.
Hermione, Amy and I all said goodnight at the same time and he dissappeared into the boys dorms. Everyone else had already retreated to their dorms and I felt Amy curl ito my side and I draped my arm over her shoulders while I was staring into the fire. Hermione retreated to her bed not soon after Ron left, but I stared into the fire for a while and when I felt Amy's breathing even out I knew she had fallen alseep.
I looked over at her. She looked so gorgous sleeping, with the firelight hitting her just right she looked like an angel. I gouldn't bear to wake her up so when I got up I carefully picked her up and walked all the way to the room of requirement with her in my arms.
Once I got there I deposited her on the bed before going into the bathroom to take a shower. I came out and found Amy awake on the bed.
"You could have woke me up," she said as she scooted over to make room for me in the bed.
"Yeah I know, but you looked so peaceful sleeping, I just couldn't, it wasn't any trouble," I said as I climbed into the bed next to her.
All she did was smile her beautiful smile in response. I leaned over and kissed her before turning over and quickly falling asleep. Before I fell asleep though, I felt her cuddle close to my back. I smiled and had very sweet dreams that night.
I woke up knowing I had been smiling while I had that dream and was very thankful that Harry was asleep and that we knew how to restrain their dreams from one anothers mind now.
I very quietly got up and got into the shower. I felt my child move around as I rinsed my hair. I was moving into my fifth month and had begun to show. I had been feeling the baby for at least a month, but was still waiting anxiously for Harry to be able to feel it.
I remembered that the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, the one for the cup, was today and that I wouldn't be able to play. It still saddened me that I wouldn't be able to use my own Firebolt that Harry and I had bought for me for the first match against Slytherin to help them win the cup. I had helped them get so far... and now I wouldn't be able to play for the win. I had tried, to no avail, to convince McGonagall that I would be fine, but she wouldn't hear a word of it.
After I had put on my robes and used a charm to dry my hair the baby told me it was time to wake Harry up so we could go to breakfast. My morning sickness had stopped almost two months ago, but it seemed to make me eat all the more than usual. Hermione was suffering the same symptoms of pregnancy as me including the mood swings, much to Harry and Ron's disappointment.
As I walked out of the bathroom I found Harry sitting up in bed, waiting for me. When I walked over to him he kissed me and my stomach, as he had taken to doing a long time ago, before pulling me on his lap.
"We're going to miss you in the match today," he whispered in my ear before continuing with the kisses he was putting on my neck.
"I'm going to miss helping you win, thoug I must admit, you did put together a pretty good team, I noticed from watching you practice," I lied pulling away reflexively from the warm breath that was tickling my neck.
"Never as good as the team was when you were on it," he said, finally ceasing the kissing of my neck and I covered his mouth with mine.
"Well that was to be expected," I grinned, getting up and pulling him up after me, "Now, hurrry and get ready, I'm starved and you're going to be late for the match."
"Fine fine," he said, changing his clothes and stowing his wand and making sure I had my wand before we left for the Great Hall, hand in hand.
We immediately found Ron and Hermione, who were bickering about Ron's eating, as they always did before matches, because he never did. Though it was probably worse this time, with Hermione being pregnant.
"Hermione, I don't want any food!" said a white-faced Ron.
"Ronald you need to eat something!" she retorted with just as much force.
"Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the pregnancy this morning," I joked sitting next to Hermione.
She didn't laugh, but kept badgering Ron, "C'mon Ron, you can play Quidditch great, but you need the nourishment."
He looked suprised at the compliment and took some eggs as Harry and I both made ourselves a plate.
"Oh, Harry I forgot, Mum sent a letter and she said we're all going to Grimmauld place for the Easter holiday," Ron said handing Harry the letter, "She wrote something about Dumbledore saying it'd be safer there."
He read it through before handing it to me, "Alright," he said and only I heard the dissappointment in his voice at us not being able to be there alone again.
"Well, you two better go, good luck," I said once they had finished eating.
"Yeah, we'll need it without you," Harry smiled and kissed my cheek before getting up, followed by Ron who kissed Hermione. Hermione and I were both beaming as we watched them walk away.
"Well, we better go up there, heaven knows it might take us forever like this," I joked once we had sat and watched the spot where they had disappeared from our view for a few long minutes.
Hermione laughed, "You right," she said getting up and I followed her out onto the grounds.
We found seats at the very top of the bleechers, in the comentators box, because I had convinced McGonagall to allow me that much involvement in the match.
It wasn't long before the teams we walking out to the pitch and I introduced the players of both teams, earning a double-take from Harry. I hadn't told him that I was commentating.
'Why didn't you tell me?'
"There's the whistle and off they go," I comentated. 'I wanted it to be a suprise,' I thought to Harry.
It wasn't more than five minutes before Hufflepuff had gained a 20 point lead, due to the new Gryffindor chaser, Cormac McLaggen, and I did mention this, because Cormac was trying to play everyone elses positions, like he did at practice.
I watched Harry as he intently searched for the snitch, attempting to end this game as soon as possible.
"Cormac let the quaffle go once again and Hufflepuff scores another goal, bringing the score to 40/20, with Hufflepuff in the lead. Cormac needs to play his own position, if you ask me and shut his fat mouth about what other people do," I stopped there though because I had earned a scowl from Professor Mcgonagall.
I saw Harry shout something to Cormac, though I couldn't hear what he said I could imagine it.
Ten minutes later things were looking no greater as Hufflepuff's score grew closer to 100 and Gryffindor's score stayed near 50. Then something happened that none of us expected and Harry wentin a dive for what must have been the snitch. I looked down to where he was looking and, indeed, saw the snitch.
"Looks like Potter saw the snitch, but what is Cormac doing?" I said as Cormac caught my attention. He seemed to be showing the Gryffindor beater how to use the bat, as he had grabbed the bat from her hand and was demonsrating when a bludger came at him. He swung at it dangerously and it was sent straight for... "Harry!" I screamed as he caught the snitch.
He turned in time for the bludger to hit him smack dab in the face.